The Bottle Of Free Liqour Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The bottle of free liquor is gone,
So maybe the swings
Are finally empty of little black children,
And not one of the Mexicans know how much
Money I have saved-
Not quite enough, for a gringo:
And the airplanes are effortlessly priceless,
And the water moccasins
Are making love to the fresh water otters;
And you are in Colorado,
Or you are in Spain
Celebrating your own country’s new years,
And Joe’s girlfriend died by a car bomb
Way back in fifth grade,
And I just want to bust a nut and effervesce:
It is the easiest thing to do,
And since the invention of our common species
I doubt a second has gone by without one of our
Brilliant cousins
Doing it in bedrooms or lighthouses;
And now you are looking so good that you’ve
Made me tattooed and you smell like
Champagne in a soda fountain;
And this isn’t real,
But unicorns are still very beautiful,
And I know how to drive,
And it’s not like an ocean separates us,
And I doubt there is more than one or two olive
Groves or dead poets worth mentioning between us,
So I can get there
In a day or two, but you would still be looking too
Beautiful to mention.